My family uses drinking offensively to defer chores.  If you’re shit faced, you can’t be chosen to drive when everyone gets hungry.  Today, we sat around discussing dinner when my brother decided he wasn’t cooking and immediately started downing pounders while my dad started to mix double screw-drivers.  The drinking intensified as the target foodstuff became more and more distant and by the time we decided my brother had a BAC of 0.20 and I was picking up cocktail weenies from the Airport.  I killed sometime, elevation fell and I drove to Arby’s.